Trite Reprising Indignation

I don't read your literature I don't like standing in your lines I abhorre your hypocrisy bukkake'd in a den of flies You want originality?! I'll show you where that is It's deep inside where you can't hide you just deny that it exists I can't explain it it's just a thing you have not giving you a hint I really don't care it's hilarious to me that you think my words are s h I t Maybe it's the alcohol or drugs I took you think that made me rot I know what it really is and it took some time but I have to keep my secret The honest truth from me to you is I appreciate the candor. Even though it was a hurtful statement you did it just to bait me It worked at first and I did bite a bitter taste of cold rejection. And now I feast on shallow thoughts of displacement and erasing....